Stam respectfully sent Shevchenko off. He had not yet received the news that Shevchenko had been severely injured. The main reason was that the battle was too fierce at that time and the low-level evil giants did not even have a chance to watch. Moreover, Shevchenko
Even now, Stam cannot receive information from Franklin's main city, the Abominable Giant.
After Shevchenko escaped, he was indeed able to receive information from the Abominable Giant in Franklin's main city, but with the Abominable Giant's low IQ, he was unable to record that earth-shattering battle.
The two grand mentor-level abomination giants were Stam's old friends for many years. After learning that they were captured and infected with the divine curse, he immediately went to persuade the two old friends to surrender and asked them not to die for their country. Maybe they could
Take this opportunity to impact the great mentor realm.
Facts have proved that he succeeded. Now that the two old friends have returned, with their help, it is not difficult to break the magic shield.
He looked at the magic shield in the castle area. When he saw the powerful and terrifying magic shield, Stam showed a cold smile. When the castle was captured, he would capture little Duke Thoros alive and refine him into a magic puppet.
"Sorry to trouble you two brothers."
"Easy to say!"
One of the four-meter-tall abominable giants responded in a loud voice, then punched the magic shield with a punch.
Rumble!
With just one punch, a large area of turbulence appeared on the top of the magic shield, and countless magic elements were splashing from the top of the magic shield.
The defense of the magic shield is weakened!
"Haha! This is the power of a great mentor, no, it is even more powerful."
The four-meter-tall abominable giant named Kaigus laughed crazily. He had never had such power before.
………………
The magic shield is about to collapse.
Little Duke Thoros stood quietly on the upper terrace of the castle, looking at the gradually weakening magic shield with a cold look on his face.
The simultaneous attack by two great mentor-level men exceeded the limit that the magic shield could withstand.
Little Duke Thoros was wearing a half-body armor modified from a knight's armor and a silver-white cloak. He was holding a crystal-encrusted knight's sword in his hand and looking sharply at the shield above his head.
The magic tower was still running, and the replenished coal crystals were being digested quickly, but the energy provided was not enough to offset the opponent's attack. Little Duke Thoros knew that they could not hold on any longer.
He did not plan to use all the coal crystals for defense, he wanted to counterattack.
You will die sooner or later, there is no need to waste coal crystals on this.
Under the attack of two great mentor-level experts, he took the initiative to close the magic shield.
Knights wearing gray armor stood on the terrace, and wizards wearing robes and looking tired and resolute stood in front of Little Duke Thoros, and behind them, in the square, garden, inner courtyard, and city wall of the castle
Above, the last soldiers of the Thoros Legion have stood on the defense line, swords in hand.
Little Duke Thoros looked at these loyal subordinates who had followed him for many years, took a gentle breath, and stepped forward.
"Today is the thirtieth day. We have delayed those monsters here for thirty days! The troops and civilians who broke out should have reached a safe place. At least, we have reached the limit, and the nobles' obligations have been completed.
"
"You should know that we can't have reinforcements. Even if we do, we can't get to Rosov so quickly. The reason why I choose to hold on here is just to buy some time for Soros's last city.
This damn curse spreads to other principalities."
"After the magic shield disappears, enemies will swarm in. They may have once been our compatriots, but now they are enemies, monsters, irredeemable mutants and sources of pollution. The only thing we can do is to
Take up arms and defend our dignity as human beings.
"Perhaps every monster we kill here is giving other principalities a chance to survive.
"It's a pity that I can't lead you to victory like I used to."
"But it's an honor for me to fight with you to the last drop of blood."
"For Soros!!"
The knight's sword filled with dazzling light was raised high.
The soldiers' swords were like a forest, and their roars shook the magic shield that was rapidly collapsing.
"For Soros! Fight to the last drop of blood!!"
Relying on the magic shield, maybe the people here can survive for a few more days, but that will completely exhaust the magic power of all the magicians in the castle and the resources stored in the magic tower. After the magic shield ceases, the brave and fearless Thoros
The Corps could only face the one-sided massacre without resistance.
They are not willing to do this.
So I chose to die on the battlefield.
Little Duke Thoros knew this, and so did the warriors.
The magic shield has only its last thin layer left, and those twisted and terrifying abominable monsters are vaguely visible on the opposite side.
The knights ran towards the city wall, and the mages drank the last potion and quickly returned to various nodes in the magic tower. On the castle terrace, everyone held their weapons and ran towards the last line of defense of the Thoros Fortress.
Duke Thoros just held his knight's sword and waited quietly for the magic shield to dissipate completely.
A familiar figure came into his sight at this time, the last great mentor-level powerhouse in the Soros Principality, Marquis Stewart.
She walked between the soldiers, holding two long swords, and her black hair was flying in the wind.
"Queen Stewart!" Little Duke Thoros stopped the pillar of the principality that protected him all the way to escape here. After the other party approached, he said: "You don't have to stay here, you are not from the principality, go find your new home.
"
Marquess Stewart was once a wandering elf, born from the shadow elves, a minority group among the elves. Her jet-black hair is the biggest proof of this.
"I once swore an oath to you!"
Marquis Stewart held a long sword in her hand and looked at the young Duke Thoros quietly: "And in this situation, where can I go?"
She wandered for too long and was later taken in by Duke Soros. With the help of Duke Soros, she achieved the level of Grand Mentor. She watched little Soros grow up with her own eyes. In her eyes, the Soros family was her home.
"No, you are the only one who can leave! As long as you break through with all your strength, no one can stop you." Little Duke Thoros looked into Marquis Stewart's eyes.
Queen Stewart showed a little surprise and a moment of panic, but before she asked, Little Duke Thoros had already continued: "You go to the south."
"Why the south?"
"The previous knights broke out to the northwest. The main city of St. Vincent is the last hope of the principality. You can go south to Chester. Maybe you can find the meaning of home again there. I heard that it is very tolerant."